Friday, May 07, 2010
Maybe in time, you might forget and I’ll move away. I have to run or else I’ll never know how far I can stray. I have to stop molding myself. This flesh is not malleable; it’s skin scratched and smoothed. Let myself unfold out of its former shape, out of this tough exterior. You can erase me, shavings of lead are the only trace. I was never there.
Monday, May 03, 2010
Please don't look at me with those bright blue eyes. They make me weak-kneed and starving for words to fill the thick, hanging silence. You marked into the bark of me, leaving scars. But the scars left winding grooves and patterns.. cutting through me with a bread knife, ragged edges in the lacerations. Covering every speckle of guilt I've ever felt by moving on, or trying to at least. But you always come back like a sickness and I blindly succumb. Like a blue bird bleeding into dark dry concrete, you sear me with your impossible eyes.